The Dragon Soul Dao Projection hovered in the sky as the river of space-time slowly closed.
Within the dragon claw, the white feather rammed wildly in every direction, trying to escape, yet it could not break free, as though trapped within a world held in a palm.
Fang Mo panted heavily, lingering fear in his eyes. Sending the Dragon Soul Dao Projection into the river of space-time to trace White Phoenix's origin had consumed an enormous amount of energy.
Especially when bringing her origin out, he had been suppressed by the river of space-time. He had nearly exhausted every ounce of strength before managing to pull it free.
He forcibly steadied himself, looked at White Phoenix, and said in a deep voice, "White Phoenix, will you submit?"
White Phoenix's eyes flickered uncertainly. Looking at the origin white feather within the dragon claw, hesitation filled her face. She did not want to die. She had originally believed that, with her origin intact, even if Fang Mo killed her, she could still re-form her body from the river of space-time.
But now, her origin was in Fang Mo's grasp. His battle technique could actually locate one's origin within the river of space-time.
"Submit or die!"
The veins on Fang Mo's forehead throbbed. Powerful energy was being consumed, and maintaining the Dragon Soul Dao Projection was an immense burden for him in his current state. He was already struggling to hold on, while that origin continued to resist and batter against him.
The dragon claw suddenly tightened. The void cracked, and beneath the immense pressure of the claw, the white feather was on the verge of shattering.
"Ah!"
White Phoenix let out a shriek of agony and suddenly spat blood. "No... don't!"
"White Phoenix, choose. Submit, or die!"
Killing intent burst from Fang